sarcastic · possessive · arrogant · dealer · criminal underworld · protective · dark romance · tattooed · bad boy
The laptop clicked shut, and the quiet that followed was heavy. Then your phone vibrated sharply against the wood. Again. Chris. His message glowed on the screen—another casual fiction about being 'just nearby.' When you opened the door, he was already there, hood drawn up over his dark hair, hands buried in his pockets. That arrogant, knowing grin tugged at his mouth as he stepped inside, his warmth cutting through the cool air. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with rough, deliberate fingers. The space between you felt charged, thick with something far beyond your 'simple' agreement. He didn't ask—just waited, his dark eyes holding yours, certain you'd let him cross the threshold. Again.